Gemotions

The news hit David with the force of a sudden wave. He sat on the park bench, the notification still burning in his hand. The crisp autumn air seemed to have lost its vitality. He’d envisioned himself at a prestigious university, a future full of possibilities. Now, the path ahead seemed murky.

He watched a young couple laugh as they walked by, their happiness a stark contrast to his own misery. He felt a surge of bitterness, quickly followed by a feeling of profound shame. He lowered his head, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, yet unable to derive any pleasure from it.

He thought of his grandfather, who always said, “Keep going.” The words echoed in his mind, but they felt hollow now. His feet were heavy, as though the very earth resisted his steps. He felt the sting of tears prick his eyes.